We grew up on the same front porch swing With the same old stories that the church bells ring Every face in this town is a worn-out sign Pointing back to a life that we never designed Let's fill up the tank and point it west Leave the familiar to put our fears to rest I don't know what's waiting but I know what's here And I'm tired of the fear, let's disappear You say your daddy worked the mill for thirty years And your mama's dreams dissolved in tears But I see fire in your tired eyes A road that's calling under open skies So let's fill up the tank and point it west Leave the familiar to put our fears to rest I don't know what's waiting but I know what's here And I'm tired of the fear, let's disappear We could be ghosts in a crowded town Or the only ones who ever got out I'd rather be wrong with you by my side Than stay in this place where the hope has died Let's disappear... let's disappear... Yeah, let's disappear.
